Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.